Mirakee
Addressing me by my deadname is like mailing an invite to my old address. I don't live there anymore.
©agjproverbs
#queer
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Immaculate
Girl I know this is new to you
Got you in a complete spiritual dilemma
But when the heart finally finds
That which it did not even think it needed
How pleasurable it can be
To throw caution to the wind!
For love can only be too pure
A feeling this good
Could never be wrong.
It is but a natural feeling
And how mean can you be
To deny yourself the pleasure
Of a holy sensation!
What harm can possibly be done
By two girls loving without fear
Immaculate is all it is
So do not despair my dear
For what you feel
Is only as natural as the universe can be.
©queerqueenathena -
lemon_eyes
1w
Empty Poet
I'm sad
Do I find that bad
No but I'm not glad either
Maybe I could have tried harder
To be happy in my place
To have a real smile on my face
Its not like I don't try
But I feel like I don't try hard enough
I mean was I made to not be tough
You know what I mean, if you don't it's not your fault
Maybe you do maybe you do not
I think you forgot that life takes a different toll
On every clueless wondering soul
Um what's it like to be happy
To live life all silly and sappy
Do you know or is that just what life is like in a fairy tale
I wanna live in a fairy tale where I can fly where I do not wale
I cry myself to sleep
But my life isn't really that deep
I'm just a sad teenager
That gives into the anger
That's fed to them on a daily
But to the adults that seems to silly
They call us lazy and selfish
They treat us like we aren't a lost fish
They think we left the group of fishes by being devlish
When they kicked us out ha isn't that rich
All my life I've been called names or been kicked under the bus
And they think that's no reason to make such a fuss
I'm sad but you know that
You won't do anything till I'm gone but you don't know that
Because you won't realize that I'm actually sad till I'm actually gone
And you think your so strong
You think we're impressed by your muscles naw
You honestly look as dumb as straw
So when I die my my own hand
On who will the damn blame land
Me? My parents? The bully's? The adults?
Is anyone actually at fault?
Sure all the mean names and comments did their painful share
But there is no true reason as to why I'm in such pain and that isn't rare
To be sad with no reason to stare at
So when my life crashes with a splat
Don't you dare blame anyone
Not me not your daughter your child or son
I will die, no stopping that
But if I die by suicide that's not something you can spit at
You've been spitting on my my entire life leaving me on the concrete floor
So why would you stop then when I'm gone when I am no more
Because regret is greater then gratitude
When Anne Frank wrote that she had the right attitude
Sometimes I want to kill myself and scream "goodbye I hate you all' or say at least something
But other times I want to wither away in silence letting the eerie air drag my apologies into nothing.
©lemon_eyes -
Queer
The hardest and saddest part about being queer is having to pretend that you are fine
Even when you are at the verge of a mental breakdown
Because unlike most people
We don't have the privilege of freely opening up to the people closest to us
We let the fear of judgement hinder us from seeking help
Even when we badly need it.
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Words slither through,
My mind.
Leaving the blood,
Of my insides,
Behind them.
Mentions,
Of a girl now...
dead.
The time is now.
Move...on.
Denied!
...no rest for the,
wretched.
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First love
We sank and hit bottom
But I will continue to follow
Your heart until I swallow
The pain that made you sorrow
Friends before you leave me
Blind until your beauty
Came calling
Assure me I'll see you in palezo
That match with your eyes of hazel
©mwaniyaa -
Te'amo
She looked this way and I think she blushed
Butterflies feeding on my sanity
All I can do is stare
Mesmerized by her glare
How her beauty strikes me to the core!
I thought I had been in love before
But quite honestly never felt like this
Unwitting devotion
Got my senses in total commotion
What can I do with all these emotions?
I felt her body
Clinging onto mine at my utmost vulnerable hour
Then she said she loved me
Amidst wildly placed kisses
Sweeter than life itself
That's the moment I surrendered
Because she undoubtedly took control of my entire system.
©queerqueenathena -
Elegy For Broken Windows
Pt.I
I’ve never ever felt more lost and alone than living in my childhood home.
Severing myself away: I stay bawling in a ball on wood tiled floors. Or roaming
frosted neighborhood nights until single file porch lights turned off. Stones
taking flight at bright burning bulbs. Looking back I gotta ask would you have known
where the wild things went? We went gently in flattened insomniac styrofoam snow:
deep mint boot prints pack tracks. Roots wilt from flinging blizzard piles that sew
sluice in somatic soil; maybe I’m Diogenes deracinating ecclestial seams. Tones
of a new melody, unlearning what you taught me. Defenestrating screams thrown
through the window. Flakes twirl all spinally. I don’t come back until dawn grows
across the sky. Whiskey whisks with nicotine warmth numbing shivers in chrome
silver lined streets. It took so long but I’m finally bomb blasting psalm scripture in poem
stanzas. Cause I can’t stand the fragmental calm stricturing structures my bones
build. Your ranting mentally mames me: ripping same scar tissue till xylophone
ribs show. Palms zipper, letting go; punches puncture plaster walls. Glowing
sun pools in the closet door crack: locked under coat racks. Cold clocking slow,
yet nonstopping fists gunshot at terminal velocity. Any propinquity has grown
Into repulsion. Left with perpetual escaping propulsions. Compulsively combing
thin salamander skin, licking nonexistent burn wounds clean I still see thick rows
of duct tape twisting my body like kelp pulling into the sea. Asphyxiation goes
away easily. One day I’ll be torn free no matter if I use my fucking teeth. Yo, do you respect me? Wait, for once I don’t care; for once please shut up. Although, I still fear what you think of me, winding rhymes mean jack shit in this cataclysmic biome y’all call a home. Lastly: fuck you for making that house so haunted by revolting childhood memories, mismatched splotches of paint kaleidoscope my vulnerabilities and now I even flinch at the wrong kind of breathing. I’m just left all goddamn messy. -
eulogy for hurricane mykal
Your funeral was last week: unspeaking, half delusional, sleepless and weak after that October morning the call woke me. Bawling bloated tears broke me, soaking my bones. I’m mourning, waiting for you at home. Beer cans in piles, nonstop laughter, we spoke plastered as the sunrise spun into a peach powder horizon. I still cry “why you are gone?” Goya spice on beans and rice, you always left during night. Air shaft lungs lit cigarette cinders even in zephyrs; fall leaves light our frayed twin flames. I miss how you slept till noon. On the way to the wake. I’m shaken. The car window draft makes me quake in amassed cloaks of mist over the silent I-90 interstate. I closed my eyes crying to the most beautiful song: it’s immense immutable quiet. A year crafted in fucking hell. I listened to muted mouthfuls of music ripple along walls as I got high. Scarred memories blister acute childhoods. We came out scorched, right? Your graft against host throat choked you the same, huh? Murder of crows grin that was applied post mortem thin. Snipe smoke slurred out roasted lung too August autumn fire hot.I don’t blame you for wanting the internal burning to stop. Cauterized words sing “I’m fine.” Grief gashes gild with time. The Kintsugi of the self, molten gold grows, clotting jagged cracks. Do you miss me? You taught me carrying charred crucible cups by yourself only ever overflow. Your comforting chaos will never be lost. I was caught by it too. You didn’t ask about the rouge red bloody bathroom sink, how hard I cried, the severed skin, or the empty bottle of rosé. You know how much I love you, a lot. Draping drunk, skating, scraped road rash knees, smashed knuckles bleed all wry together. Impossible flips on our ground floor apartment porch. It’s implausible, not any nouns, aphrodisiacs or euphemisms can’t make your absence go down. Trying to find the crown of the queen that “saved you.” And what’s lost can’t be found.
I got a bandana at your funeral and the knot slips. Could you twist it tighter round my wrist? -
El Mar De Mariposa Que Tu Me Das
Hey I love you, our hands fit like boxing gloves or worn softball mitts: the kind with a little bit of give to em’ ya’ know? Catching momentum, singing spanish, the sun vanishes through Galletine mountains. Locked
phalanges freeze bright, tightening around pale thighs. Stiff as klondyked icicle spikes against moonlight molding together. Riding down I-90: a city unfurls into a sparkling enchanted sea of tranquility. Stars fall in your mouth
and when we park, planting them in deep space; on shrill clay Milky Way pink skin. Undoing buttons. Now pushing me unto the truck. Untucked shirt fabric packs palms; whispers you make sound like songs. I get so lost in
constellations mathematically marking my body. That even on the days I wanna seperate myself from my bones; these asterisms actually feel closer to home than I’ve ever known. This poem isn’t poetry,
poetry is high tides gripping my sides, and the traces left behind. Gravity clatters our atmospheric matter
into a syzygy. We are a cosmic dance: a constant flow of motion. Crashing down each other’s walls, swinging this hit, it shoves us back just in shambles; and we don’t pull punches. Blows explode like phosphorus exposing that which sits heavy on chests, holding hummingbird hearts in place. I still can’t believe how confinement feels so fucking good. Trapped by widening pupil darkness, biting your lip over me: we kiss for hours. Stargazing in infinite reflections of ourselves in honey irises. It's funny how cold comfort is, twisting, surrounding my neck. Don’t you think? Being your bunny makes me hope that one day I’ll eventually erode entirely away in your crushing waves,
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Gender is a modern construct.
Period
©agproverbs -
Kujichagulia
When I spoke up as a Trans and Non-Binary Woman and refused the names and labels they gave and screamed in the storm while whispering in the wind, "I am Avi Grace", that is my self-determination!
©avigraceproverbs -
in_fragments
19w
Read More"You- queer, and valid and worthy-
natural, complex and unique as any other,
who understands true strength in pride,
true dignity in spirit and identity,
pushing beyond the limits history has left;
fear and oppression and death,
centuries upon centuries of fetishization,
villainization, religious ostracization-
as a child I had seen
grown men and women-
fearing God, fearing two humans kissing
even more-
I never understood why they cringed
and shrunk away with pained faces,
as if it were any different
than the love they were taught to share.
Why would God create a being
in His loving image
just to terrorize it for life?
God is not who we think He is.
He has always loved you,
He knows your body is but a sliver
into the soul of who you really are.
He is demanding now that we work
to reverse these mistakes we've made,
all these atrocities committed
in His name that He never asked for.
You, who goes traveling
through hell and back every day
just to be respected, who is forced to defend
your right to love at every turn-
you never have to defend yourself
to the universe you are an integral part of.
You are seen and accepted and welcomed in,
as a human being, lover and friend,
all color and intensity and vibrancy,
formed to perfection,
no matter who you're devoted to
at the end of everything."
©in_fragments
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Pray the gay away? Maybe pray the fear and homophobia away, u know?...
#pod #poem #lgbt #queer #gay #lesbian #inspiration #selfcare #god #religion #thoughts @mirakee @writersnetwork @writersbayA Queerer Vision of God
You, who goes traveling
through hell and back every day
just to be respected, who is forced to defend
your right to love at every turn-
you never have to defend yourself
to the universe you are an integral part of.
You are seen and accepted and welcomed in,
as a human being, lover and friend,
all color and intensity and vibrancy,
formed to perfection,
no matter who you're devoted to
at the end of everything.
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hirdesh17
22w
Read MoreHii. Sharing my personal thoughts with people feels liberating. No one knows me here. I'll be happy if you read this and then reply in the comments :)
How to un-gay ?
That's what a 14 years old will search on the internet. When all he faces in the school is bullying , embarrassment and hatred.
How to walk like a man ?
That's what a 15 years old will search on Quora
when hes being mocked, made fun of, called names not just in school but tuition, autos everywhere.
How to control moobs ?
That's what a 16 years old will search on internet when all evetyone does is stare at my chest. When all what my naughty classmates do is pinch them. Coz normal boys dont have them.
How to Not be feminine?
That's what you'll search when you love your mother's
Sarees more than the shirts you wear. But you really cant do it. Its a sin. What if anyone catches me doing so?
How to Not be a homosexual?
That's what one will search when they live in a country where its a crime to be gay. Not just in the laws but in the prejudiced eyes of society too! That's what you'll search when you fear that telling reality can cause your parents throwing you out on streets. That's what you'll search when your sister asks you not be this way. Coz she's always wanted a brother. Not a gay.
#lgbt #lgbtq #queer #gay #loveislove #pride #lgbtpoetry #prose #writersnetwork #mentalhealth #depression #anxiety #suicidal #keeptrying #selfloveHow to un-gay ?
How to un-gay ?
That's what a 14 years old will search on the internet. When all he faces in the school is bullying , embarrassment and hatred.
How to walk like a man ?
That's what a 15 years old will search on Quora
when hes being mocked, made fun of, called names not just in school but tuition, autos everywhere.
How to control moobs ?
That's what a 16 years old will search on internet when all evetyone does is stare at my chest. When all what my naughty classmates do is pinch them. Coz normal boys dont have them.
How to Not be feminine?
That's what you'll search when you love your mother's
Sarees more than the shirts you wear. But you really cant do it. Its a sin. What if anyone catches me doing so?
How to Not be a homosexual?
That's what one will search when they live in a country where its a crime to be gay. Not just in the laws but in the prejudiced eyes of society too! That's what you'll search when you fear that telling reality can cause your parents throwing you out on streets. That's what you'll search when your sister asks you not be this way. Coz she's always wanted a brother. Not a gay.
How to die without pain?
That's what I search everytime things become overwhelming for me. But my love for people who think that I should un-gay. Doesn't let me die.
And this ache , pain, trauma. Doesnt let me live either.
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- lovesunflower20 I'm not good with words but I hope you meet people who loves you just the way you are;)
- hirdesh17 @lovesunflower20 that's so sweet of you. But you know I feel like I'm not made for love. It all just feels superficial. I want someone...anyone to care for me....to talk to me. Be it my parents, siblings, a friend.. but no miracle seems to happen. So yeah! I guess I'm not made for love. Thankyouuu.
- lovesunflower20 Don't say that dear everyone deserves love and maybe this is not the right time but just with a little bit good thing takes time.
- fatema_sayyed00 Be strong! Love love <3
- rapgirl Can I write a poem for you???? If u don't mind..
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hirdesh17
22w
Unknown people.
So i think that its rather fun to use this app.
No one knows me here. I dont have to necessarily be aesthetic 0r poetic over here.
If you're reading this. I want you to know that writing like this over here. With No fear of anyone judging me is feeling a bit good to me.
So im a college student....ive failed in my previous semesters badly...ive been facing mental health issues for over 2 years now. And people around me refuse to acknowledge it. They think that im just making excuses to Not study. Ive been failing the exams coz i cant focus on studies.theres this pain, fear, ache. My heart hasnt been broken or something but it just hurts. Ive been bullied badly in school for being feminine. And i have been like living in denial for years that im not this im not that. Now that ive accepted myself. Im now fearful and really scared what my life would be. I fear being alone. I fear being dying poor. I fear not being rich. I fear failing in my exams! I fear life.
(Ill keep on sharing my thoughts like this, if you've read it full....then pls drop some words in the comment section)
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Ms. Avi
When I told them I was Queer, Non-Binary, and Trans and they still called me, "Ms. Avi". I knew I had found a tribe.
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THE SINNER'S PRAYER
As the day turns into night,
The reality of my life starts closing in on me
Unheard spiritual conversations with my soul
Drowning out the confidence with in me
All the self-love squashing before my concious.
Alas, it is just another night in my head!
Spare my sanity,oh Lord
As my sins battle with my mind
For a mere sinner like me can only handle too much self pity and spite.
I used to refer to my heart as a ghost town,
Giving in to my emotional demons,
But now I just say Hallelujah and take another risky romantic journey,
Think I finally made peace with the hopeless psycho inside me.
Maybe this is how it is supposed to be for some of us,
Having to choose between being biblically righteous or emotionally stable,
How I envy those that have it both ways!
Have mercy on me oh God,
For I am just a harmless wild girl,
Hoping that my good will overdo my short comings,
Believing that kindness will undo,
The mark bestowed upon my people
For crimes of passion
While the cruel majority wonder free,
And continue to terrorize the world
Untouched and barely noticed.
But what do I know?
Am just a humble sinner.
©athena21 -
grotesque
30w
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Love; a curse
At Jewelry shop, the shopkeeper asked..
'How about this design for the groom's ring?'
Everybody loved it except her.
She murmured 'But I don't love a guy...'
The shopkeeper asked 'What?'
Tears drops came out of her eyes.
.
Her father pressed her wrist and said
'She means she is a bit shy.'
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Of course a girl always has to love a guy only.
.
.
The next morning they found her body hanging from the ceiling with a note stating in capitals--
'I ALWAYS LOVED A GIRL. YOUR SICK MENTALITY FAILED TO SEE THAT. LOVE IS LOVE. NOW GET MY DEAD BODY ORNAMENTED FOR MARRIAGE.'
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A Father lost a daughter. A lover lost a lover. Society didn't lose anything yet!
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odysseus
Yes...she was different...and most of us find it hard to accept it...
Well narrated... - grotesque @odysseus that's why queer representation matters. It's just not about giving them rights but it's so deep rooted. We need to educate people that it's not a crime to love someone from the same gender. Love is love. Parents always get scared and force their children to get married with the opposite gender. Only if parents could understand the pain of their children.
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odysseus
Yes...she was different...and most of us find it hard to accept it...
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Does it not amaze you
How words can feel sometimes
Like a cozy blanket
A tight hug
A warm bowl of your comfort food
And a ray of sunshine
©fallaciesandfantasies -
poeticfarmer
34w
I crave for
The Moon's
litheness
Whenever my dark
Night arises...
©poeticfarmer
